Being Human is the brilliant creation of Toby Whithouse and is not mine to keep. I'm just taking it for a spin.
As Mitchell approached the pink fronted house he now fondly regarded as home, he noted with a sinking feeling that it was in darkness. His feet slowed involuntarily and he came to a halt, chewing distractedly on his bottom lip. It was a cold night and he blew on his hands, which were frozen in spite of the regulation fingerless gloves. He squinted across the road at the gloomy house and his worst fears were confirmed; he knew from the flickering blue glow coming from the downstairs window that Annie was doing it again.
He steeled himself and marched up to the front door before his common sense could override the impulse and send him off to the pub instead. As soon as the door opened, Mitchell was made painfully aware of the sounds emanating from the corner of the room, and it took all his considerable willpower not to run screaming down the street in horror.
At that moment, the terrible noises stopped and Annie glanced briefly in his direction, flashing him a look of triumph which pierced him to the core. She beckoned him to join her on the sofa and he found himself powerless to resist.
"How's it going, Annie?" he asked carefully, almost afraid to know the answer. He had discovered to his cost that she could be very unpredictable at times like these.
Instead she bounced up and down on the sofa, her dark curls moving along with her. Mitchell watched in fascination.
"Oh Mitchell, I can hardly believe it!" she crowed excitedly, pressing the pause button again and allowing the source of Mitchell's horror to continue. He cringed as a pasa doble blared out from the TV screen and the studio audience bayed like George on one of his transformation nights.
"What is it, Annie?" he asked dully, regretting his words as soon as they had left his mouth.
"Phil Tufnell's avoided the dance off again!"
Mitchell's head fell into his hands and a groan of despair escaped him. "I'm going to put the kettle on," he mumbled, stomping off into the kitchen, "it's going to be a long night."
A/N I know this is an exceptionally silly ficlet but I hate even the idea of Strictly Come Dancing and felt like having a bit of fun with it. I apologise if I've got it all wrong, for all I know Phil Tufnell was booted out ages ago; like I said, I'm kind of allergic!
Sorry as well to any fans! ;-D